The Froth

I am leaving tomorrow

16. February 2007

My sister advised me to stop worrying about M’s fear of flying and get a sleeping pill myself, to avoid his panic stricken face. I have to tell you, I seriously doubt he is going to go through with the flight. I think he is going to start running once we approach check-in. So, with my [...]

From Russia with love

15. February 2007

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A bloody mary to salute Svetlana I got this email from my new best friend. I don’t know her yet, but we’ll be like Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, THAT close. "Lets start new relations! I am svetlana. I am from Saint-Petersburg, Russia. I am young cheerful creative lady who wants to make happy not only [...]

Love sucks

14. February 2007

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No, wait. It actually stinks. Well, not love. Valentine’s day, that’s what I mean. I am so happy the day is over. I had forgotten until my son came back from school and announced: “Hey, it’s Valentine’s day. What are we going to do? Can I buy a new toy?” And then when we went to [...]

My weekend: disgusting, I know

13. February 2007

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Someone bit off her chocolate hands Do not smile. I am going to eat you up. I went to this food show on Sunday with my sister. You could actually try all these things. You could ask for a tartlet [...]

Dear Agony Aunt

8. February 2007

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Why don’t you try the soothing powers of the Pride and Prejudice DVD? M, the father of my child, is afraid of flying even more than he is of actually dying while flying on a plane. I have presented him with statistics that prove that flying is safe and if it wasn’t for 9/11 I am [...]

I don’t hear voices yet

5. February 2007

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This Monday morning, I woke my son up, gave him his breakfast, helped him dress and prepared his snacks for school. Then we went downstairs to wait for the school bus. A feeling of impending doom I had been trying to suppress overwhelmed me so five minutes before the bus arrived I told him to [...]

The coy doctor

3. February 2007

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Last week I went to the doctor to have a second electromyogram. Somehow, the first doctor whom I had found on the internet didn’t look that credible to me. He had made a comment about husbands giving him more money to electrocute their wives. I laughed. A visit to the neurologist should be a somber [...]